Subhuman Niceguy
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I had a typical incel day, I worked a 9 to 5 shift, and the last thing I wanted to see on my way home, were two toilets out for an evening stroll. It was around 6:45pm, the sun was just starting to set, and I looked to my left while driving home, and I saw two toilets walking. The toilets looked to be around 40-years-old, so I knew that "whores" would be the best thing to shout, because a 40-year-old American toilet has an average body count of 30 (and maybe a couple dogs).
There was a moment when I almost didn't do it, but I realized that:
It felt really good, the feeling subsided quickly -however, it feels good to know that every time those two toilets go for an evening walk, they will think of me.
There was a moment when I almost didn't do it, but I realized that:
- my window was already down
- there was not a stop sign immediately ahead of me
- no cops around
- the foids probably understood English
It felt really good, the feeling subsided quickly -however, it feels good to know that every time those two toilets go for an evening walk, they will think of me.